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A bone-deep weariness seemed to roll off him. I sighed, then said quietly, "Do you know why I came here, Xavier?" When he said nothing, I continued, "Because you're not here. To me, home is where you're not." He stood outside my apartment building, refusing to leave. It was already past midnight. Standing before my window, I glanced out the glass at the sidewalk below. He still stood in place, guarding his post, the street lights casting a long shadow behind him. I pulled my curtains closed.

The breeze was gentle that afternoon, rustling the bare branches as though whispering secrets only the trees could understand. Riele stepped carefully between the headstones, her fingers interlocked with Harry's as they made their way toward the familiar spot. It had been three months—three quiet, aching months since they last stood here together. Time had softened the sharpness of their grief, but the ache still lived somewhere inside them, persistent and tender.

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."

Could it be… I looked at the pairs of feet before my face. At this moment, I could feel and hear the whispers of the wind. My sense of smell heightened like that of a werewolf, and of course, I was all too familiar with that fragrance—it belonged to Sky, Josh, Finn, and Quinn. Even before the fragrance hit my nose, I knew very well who they were. “Hello, leech,” Finn said, and they laughed. I wish I could punch his nose! But I couldn't, so I quietly picked up my book. When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor.

Her voice is a hum, deep and resonant. She is singing a lullaby. One I remember from before I had words. A cradle song. A promise. You are not alone. I wake to rain tapping gently against the window. The sky is still cracked, somewhere beyond the clouds. The world is changing. But for now, we are safe. For now. And I know this much: The bond is not broken. Only stretched... across waters and she’s still with me. She always will be.

My skin prickled all over. I lifted my chin, though I could not see him. “I am here.” The ground shifted again, and I could hear the crackle of bones moving, assembling and snapping into place. The air grew thick with dust and the faint stench of marrow. My breath caught. Then, there was silence. A voice, closer now, said, “I am Calgorr, Spirit of Bones. The one who rules what is left behind.” Jasmine growled at my side, but I gave her a gentle touch of reassurance, though my hands trembled.

“The Bonebinder.” Syra’s expression twisted with something between triumph and dread as she whispered, “Not dead, not gone, never gone.” The hand gripped the edge of the fissure, and another followed, and slowly the towering form of the Bonebinder pulled itself from the earth, its mask of bone cracked but unbroken, its eyes glowing like embers in a fire that refused to die. The wolves staggered back, fear rippling through their ranks, but Kaela stepped forward, blade raised, her voice sharp and defiant. “You should have burned with the unraveling. You do not belong here.”

"Remember who we are in time I will never let you go away from me I’ll be here when day breaks And I’ll be here when you say And I’ll be here to comfort All of what you need. "It just goes on. "We’ll go on and on forever No matter if we break away On, we’ll go on and on together No matter how much time this takes. "I’ll be buried within your bones I’ll be here when you come home. "It doesn’t matter what comes next It doesn’t matter where you go It doesn’t matter, time will show.